"Why must I get in the car, Quackity?" Wilbur whined.
The two were sitting on the couch in Quackity's penthouse. Q was watching Instagram while Wilbur was watching Netflix, and all of a sudden the duck told Wilbur to go get in the car.
"Because I want you to drive me somewhere," Quackity smiled.
"I don't want to drive right now, ducky," Wilbur patted Quackity's head. "Ask me again in a month."
Quackity gave his boyfriend a disappointed look. "Go get in the car or I swear to the gods I'll kill you."
"Okay, okay," they both knew the threat was empty, but they also knew that Quackity would win any argument or fight they got in.
They got up and walked hand in hand to the car. After Wilbur's got it and started driving away, he glanced at Quackity.
The duck was just staring at Wilbur with a wide smile on his face.
"Where are we going, amour?" Wilbur smiled nervously back at him before returning his eyes to the sandy roads of Las Nevadas.
"I don't know," Quackity smirked. "But no matter what happens, just keep driving. Do not park, announce what's happening. For example, if you stop at a stop light or sign, tell me. Aaaaaaaaaaaand don't look suspicious."
"Wouldn't you be able to see why I'd stop?" Wilbur seemed very nervous, and he was.
"No," Quackity smiled. "I'll be.... Preoccupied, per say."
"Okay?" Wilbur kept his eyes on the road because he was afraid of what his boyfriend was doing.
"Before I do anything, I need you to consent to everything," Quackity put a hand on Wilbur's thigh.
"Oh, so you want to do something sexual?" Wilbur smiled. "Yes, love, you can do anything you want as long as it doesn't kill us, alright?"
"No promises," Quackity shrugged and slide his hand up Wilbur's thigh slowly. "It's up to you and how much you can focus on driving."
Wilbur took a deep breath to try to relax himself. "Okay, go ahead and do as you please."
Quackity smiled and started teasing Wilbur immediately. He brushed his fingers against his covered dick, massaged his upper thighs, palmed him lightly.... Then he unbuckled and leaned over to whisper in Wilbur's ear. "Esto es una mamada~"
After that, all Wilbur heard was quiet giggles as Quackity undid his pants.
"What does that mean, Quackity?" Wilbur laughed nervously.
"You'll know if you give me a little bit more time," Quackity smiled and kissed Wilbur's cheek.
Wilbur nodded, though he already had an idea of what Quackity was up to. And he was nervous to do it because he wasn't sure he could focus on driving with the amount of pleasure he knows Quackity will cause.
His thoughts were practically confirmed when Quackity finished undoing Wilbur's pants and eventually freeing his dick.
Wilbur let out a quiet whine as the duck started to slowly jerk him off.
"Qu- baby," he glanced down at Quackity's hand around his dick. The comparison was funny. His boyfriend's hand looked like a child's compared to the size of Wilbur. He laughed breathily.
"What?" Quackity asked, still stroking Wilbur slowly.
"Nothing, darling," Wilbur smiled, eyes focused on the road now. "Your hand just looks so small when you hold my dick like that~"
